So Hard

When I was a child, I had a very healthy fear of my parents. I didn't do things I knew would get me into trouble because I knew if I did, the biggest, baddest, ass whooping was coming my way. I managed to scrape through my childhood with very few and for that I'm thankful. But I have to credit myself some because I knew better.

If only my children had that healthy fear.

Today I was playing with Annabel when I noticed Vincent had become "quiet". Any parent knows that eerie sense Moms have that tell us to go check, something isn't right. Sure enough, I was right. He'd gotten 3 bottles of my fingernail polish, opened them, spread the polish on the window sill and spread it around. As I approached he tried to run off and escape. I bent him over my knee and gave him what he was running from before placing him in time out. I spent the better part of 20 minutes trying to clean the polish but it only began to peel the paint from the wood. So now I have to scrape paint and then repaint the entire surface. All because my son decided to do something he knew he shouldn't.

I don't understand children sometimes. It's obvious they know better than to do things but do it anyway and when they get caught at it they run. That is my first indication they know better, they take off when they catch sight of you. I can understand why some parents snap. There is nothing worse than having your house in ruin because of a child doing whatever they want to do.

It's so hard to be a Mom and you're not told about aspects of Mommy hood like this one. It's the most difficult thing in the world to harbor such anger at someone you love so very much.